You were one of the peculiar children in the house. That wasn't even the weirdest part. The fact that you and the other children were supposedly in an eternal loop was terrifying.

You got along with most of the children, except Enoch, of course. You never knew why he treated you so rudely, but apparently, he was like that with most people.

It wasn't like it was a bad thing, since he had a preference for you over the other children. You were, at least, less annoying than them.

You and Enoch were sitting on the green grass of the garden, even though you were already dead, you still looked full of life. Enoch was writing something in his notebook, while you just stood there.